Well, I found my first real MMORPG (Massive Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game) a while ago called Maplestory. It's really fun, though it's only in 2D. The graphics are still good, though. The main webpage is at http://www.mapleglobal.com/  Go there. Become a player. Join me.  BWAHAHAHAHA!! ...er... <<   >>  Nothing happened.  Anyway, I'll list the servers below, along with my character names and status of the character.

Bera: Ramu - Level 23 Magician Abandoned because of screwed-upness

        Masue - Level 15 Magician on Hiatus

Scania: none

Broa: Duzzel - Level 21 Warrior Active

Cookies to anyone who can figure out where the name Duzzel is from. Post your thoughts on where he's from in the reply area thing.

If anyone has or makes an account on Maplestory, please tell me your character name or names so we can talk or train together.

Ciao. 

Heh... I'm back.  I haven't updated for, I dunno, a month? Two months? Anyway, it's been too long. This is just a heads up post, to let you know that I'll be posting more often now.

Ciao.

Wooty. ^^ I got several penpals. It's awesome, cause most of them are from Japan, and they're going to teach me Japnese. Whee!  I'm finally going to learn to speak Japanese! ^^ And we can talk about cool stuff like...um...aime and manga and books and music and other stuff and more stuff and I'm all hyper cause I'm actually going to learn Japanese. Squee!! XDDDD

My friend is a writer on fanfiction.net, and she's writing a story with me in it.  A romance with my favorite character of all time!  The one. The only. Kurama "Suichi" Minamino!  It's awesome. Especially if you're a fan of Yu Yu Hakusho like I am. The sad thing is that she's going to put my real name in the fanfic, for all to see. Of course, people will probably think it's a made-up name, but it isn't. And I'll be in a romance with Kurama. It's awesome!!*faints*  Anyway, she has a blog on here. Her screenname is shesshylover. She spelled sesshy wrong. (as in Sesshomaru, or however you spell it)

Holy monkeys of DOOM!  I'm actually getting glasses. Tomorrow. For the first time. Ever. In. My. Existence.  It's really weird.  I've always had 20/20 vision, and now I can't see things accross the room.  Of course, I knew I would get glasses eventually because every single person in my family has glasses except me. But now there isn't an 'except' anymore. I'm getting my glasses tomorrow, and it's just plain weird.  gah.

Look what I made.

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v164/RK-chan/penguinvirus.png

Find it here: http://atom.smasher.org/error/

If you could have control over any element, what would it be, and why?  Mine would be wind, cause I'd really love to fly though the air.  It would also let me make, like big tornado things to attack my enemies (or just random peeps. ^^)  Yeah...that would be awesome.

Whee. reply?

sigh... Noone finds me interesting. Oh well.  That's okay.  Well, anyway, there's this awesome song by Tom Lehrer called Irish Ballad.  It's really funny. Some people find it disgusting, though.  Here it is:

About a maid I'll sing a song,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
About a maid I'll sing a song
Who didn't have her family long.
Not only did she do them wrong,
She did ev'ryone of them in, them in,
She did ev'ryone of them in.

One morning in a fit of pique,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
One morning in a fit of pique,
She drowned her father in the creek.
The water tasted bad for a week,
And we had to make do with gin, with gin,
We had to make do with gin.

Her mother she could never stand,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
Her mother she cold never stand,
And so a cyanide soup she planned.
The mother died with a spoon in her hand,
And her face in a hideous grin, a grin,
Her face in a hideous grin.

She set her sister's hair on fire,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
She set her sister's hair on fire,
And as the smoke and flame rose high'r,
Danced around the funeral pyre,
Playin' a violin, -olin,
Playin' a violin.

She weighted her brother down with stones,
Rickety-tickety-tin,
She weighted her brother down with stones,
And sent him off to Davy Jones.
All they ever found were some bones,
And occasional pieces of skin, of skin,
Occasional pieces of skin.

One day when she had nothing to do,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
One day when she had nothing to do,
She cut her baby brother in two,
And served him up as an Irish stew,
And invited the neighbors in, -bors in,
Invited the neighbors in.

And when at last the police came by,
Sing rickety-tickety-tin,
And when at last the police came by,
Her little pranks she did not deny,
To do so she would have had to lie,
And lying, she knew, was a sin, a sin,
Lying, she knew, was a sin.

My tragic tale, I won't prolong,
Rickety-tickety-tin,
My tragic tale I won't prolong,
And if you do not enjoy the song,
You've yourselves to blame if it's too long,
You should never have let me begin, begin,
You should never have let me begin.

Well? What do you think about it? Like it? Hate it? Slowly inch away from it at the risk of getting bits chopped off?

So, this is my first blog thingymagummer.  So...I shall talk. Cause that's what these thingies are for, right?  Yup, I'm right, woo.  I am a happy person....excpet when I'm not. In which case, I am not happy, unless I am. Etc. ^^ This is fun. So. Talking. Right.  I guess I'll tell you a little about myself.  I am in 7th grade and am an anime enthusiast. For those of you who don't know, anime is like a cartoon, except a whole lot better.  It's awesome. You can't deny it. So, I guess that's it for now.

Ciao.

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